Yesterday, our digital landline phones were packed and are being moved. We'll still have our landline service here in SF through the end of the month.
We've always kept a "corded" telephone in our house - in case of power outage. I plugged it in yesterday, in case anyone calls me on our home number.
Last night, I heard a high pitched, alarm like sound. I had no idea what it was. At first, I thought it was our fire alarm, or a malfunction in our house alarm.
Turns out, it was the telephone ringing. So funny. This phone used to belong to Dick, so there's a good chance I've never actually heard it ring before.
After answering that call (from Dick), I decided to call my parents. This was even funnier - turns out the phone has the *really old school* pulse tone dialing! You know, the kind that would click the amount of times as each number that you press for the phone number. It took a really long time to dial my parent's number - you know, with the "1", plus the area code, plus their seven digit number. SO funny.
To top it all off, I had also pulled out our old fax machine yesterday afternoon. My friend, Diana, was over and needed to submit a fax - imagine that. So, it was a full day of old school, corded phone transactions.
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